Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.